Category Archives: telling stories

Ettie never told me that “My mission in life is not merely to survive; but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor and some style.” (Maya Angelou). But she had lived this… She thrived. … Continue reading →

Once upon a time there was a man who lived with his two daughters in a lonely clearing in the woods. They had moved in and cared for many of the things that their mother had always done, after she died and … Continue reading →

In later years she lived in her memories. They encompassed the early years of settling this land that would soon cradle her old bones. Back then, the horse and buggy was the means of transport. Then came the gravel road … Continue reading →